Date: Tue, 21 Apr 2009 07:41:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One
Subject: Becoming
Sheldon realized his admiration was something more when Marcus entered the
living room.
The group had gathered to discuss the upcoming homecoming. While not a
football team member, Sheldon was practically considered one. His
extracurricular activities surrounded the team.
He never wanted to play the game. Years of watching football on TV, pop
warner league participation, an older college player brother and an Uncle
who loved the game had instilled his appreciation for the game.
Sheldon also had an appreciation for the players. His bedroom walls were
covered in posters of professional players in uniform and out of them. He
would never admit to laying on his bed looking at the half clad photo of
one player as he masturbated. There was something more then love for the
sport in his head but Sheldon didn't think about it.
Marcus was the idol of their school. He was smart and athletic. His early
growth to over 6 feet literally enabled him to tower above classmates. By
the time many of their growth caught up, he was already established as a
leader and CoCaptain of the football team.
Sheldon liked the guy. Though an older classmate, Marcus was always
pleasant to the freshman and that included Sheldon.
But it wasn't until that moment in Marcus house, sitting among several
other students, boys and girls, that Sheldon's admiration became something
more.
Marcus' mother has distributed coca colas and trays of edibles. The group
was in good spirits, laughing, joking and waiting for the meeting to start.
When Marcus entered the group's chatter died down a bit. More then one set
of eyes were fixed on him...and for good reason.
Marcus thick blonde hair wasn't perfect as normal. And in fact that tussled
look was what lit the fire in Sheldon's gut.
He wore the white letter sweater with patches marking the four years of
football, two years of tennis, championships won in swimming. Marcus didn't
wear a shirt so his smooth chest and belly were visable.
Sheldon could feel his cock harden. There was something magical going on
and though he didn't understand it, he stared at Marcus as if transfixed.
The smile that warmed the room, the skin that looked like some valuable
material and those eyes, the grey sparkling eyes that seemed to lock onto
his. Marcus felt his fact reddon but he didnt look away, he didn't want to.
Marcus nodded and winked. Sheldon felt something spit out of his penis in
the shorts he wore. It felt odd and it felt good.
"Hey good meeting huh?" Marcus was pulling his jeans off. Sheldon had gone
to his bedroom as invited.
The sight of Marcus white buttocks half covered by the letter sweater he
still wore was both funny and sensuous. He turned around.
Sheldon almost felt his gut knot the way it did when he masturbated. The
sight of Marcus nearly naked now, his cock and balls visable as if an
offering to Sheldon's lust was almost more then he could withstand.
"Hey you ok?" Sheldon asked moving forward and reaching out.
"Oh yea, sorry, I guess I just was..." Marcus stammered.
"It's ok, nobody's in the house. Everyone's gone and Mom's out too" Marcus
said taking his letter sweater off.
"No uh that looked ..." Sheldon continued to stammer.
"Oh you want me to keep it on? Gracie likes that too" he put the sweater
back on his smooth muscled shoulders.
"She sometimes wants me to wear the football shirt, and jockstrap too" he
said "it's ok, it turns her on almost as much as you" His hand cupped
Sheldon's shorts.
"Wow you are hot" he said.
Sheldon felt his shirt being peeled off.
"Nice" Marcus hand moved over his shoudlers and chest. "Wish we had gotten
together before"
Then Marcus took Sheldon's hand and placed it on his own enlarging penis.
"It's ok" he urged.
Sheldon had never touched another guy before, let alone someone he
worshipped. In an instant he realized why he had posters of football
players on the walls of his room, why he loved to masturbate while staring
at them, and why he relished the ability to hang around the football team,
on the field or in the locker room.
He had never thought about what he did then, it seemed natural. Sheldon
moved to the floor resting on his knees. His hands trembled as they slid up
the bare hairless legs that supported the god like image of Marcus above
him.
He cupped the testicles and held the cock that would soon be in his mouth
and later open his butthole for a realm of pleasure Sheldon never believed
was possible.
"That's it, take your time" Marcus urged him as Sheldon licked, nibbled and
began sucking the cock that seemed to be as flawless as it's owner.
He stood as his lips kissed the base of the erection, the belly above it,
the chest and nipples that were higher and the smooth thick neck. The
sweater slipped away as his bare chest pressed against Marcus.
When their lips parted and their kisses became something like seen in the
movie theater, Marcus hands slid down Sheldon's bare back and under his
belt. Marcus' hand moved to each buttock sliding and gently squeezing.
Sheldon knew then what was going to happen. The jokes about butt fucking,
queer boy, butt boy, cornholing...were more then jokes he knew but he had
never thought about it happening to him even when he played with his own
butt while seeking a hotter self inflicted orgasm.
"It's ok" Marcus said as he kissed Sheldon's cheeks. Sheldon hadn't
realized there were tears on his face. Something was happening to him,
changing him or defining him. He didn't know and didn't care.
He sat on the bed where Marcus guided him and felt his belt be unbuckled,
his shorts pulled off his butt and down his legs. He was naked now for
Marcus to see.
"Just relax" the older boy said s he moved forward gently pushing Sheldon
back to lay on the bed where his idol slept, where he jacked off and where
he dreamed.
Sheldon wondered if the boy ever dreamed of what they were doing. Was he
gay? He did talk about his girlfriend earlier. Everyone knew they were
having sex. And they were envied by every horny boy and pent up girl in
school.
"It's gonna hurt a little" Marcus said.
All Sheldon could feel was his bare legs against the school leader's chest
and over his shoulders.
Sheldom grimaced as he felt the stab. Then as if his body was built for
what they were doing, the cock moved into him, filling him up, sending
sensations never imagined through his body.
"Oh god" Sheldon said looking at the grey eyes of the man who was
ihntroducing him to pleasures unknown.
His mind kept saying "You're a queer boy, you're a fag, you're one of
those" but after he renewed the view of the naked idol pinning him to the
bed and undulating so his cock pistoned inside, the words changed.
"You belong to Marcus now, you're his butt boy, his lover, his bitch" and
Sheldons gut churned, knotted and ached for release.
The look of Marcus pure face changing as he approached the moment of
release was fascinating and inspiring. Sheldon wanted to do the same and
look the same. His hand struggled to rub his own cock.
And he became lost in the new pleasures as his oozing cock hardened. The
cock that had fucked him continued to move. He opened his eyes to see
Marcus smiling at him, staring at him, purposly continuing to fuck him even
though he had already orgasmed.
Sheldon felt his own face knot up, relax and change expresisons as a
mixture of sensations in his body met the sensaitons of his brain watching
the older boy enjoy watching him.
The explosion was far greater then it had ever been alone. His cock kept
spewing out the juices of his passion.
"Shit kid you sure can cum" Marcus said "But I guess I did the same thing
inside you" He smiled back.
"Let's piss and play some "we" before we try it again.
Sheldon thought that the only thing better that day then seeing Marcus
enter the living room barechested wearing the letter sweater, or even
seeing him smiling above while fucking, was the casual scene of the two of
them still naked watching the TV screen and playing "we" tennis.
But Sheldon was wrong. Marcus fucked him two more times before the darkness
and the sound of his Mother's return, ended their session..their first one
of many before Marcus stood in cap and gown ready to depart the world that
Sheldon had become a part of.
The summer offered trips to the nude beach, first smoking of pot, a
threeway with some guy they met at the beach and many more times in Marcus'
bedroom.
"Put on the sweater" Sheldon begged ready to kneel and take all that his
lover could offer.
Or
"Get on the bed bitch boy" Marcus would order in mock anger.
Sheldon was grateful for what he learned that day in Marcus living room.
He liked what he had become..or perhaps what he was.